What I Would Give For a Scrumptious Cookies

Jimmy sits restlessly on a cane bottom chair at the kitchen table In grandma’s kitchen smelling the fresh sweet aroma of her cooking and baking What is that beautiful scent his nose has detected as he gazes towards the counter where sits a plain old fashion green almost round cookie jar with a raised word “Cookies” on it In deep studious thought he slumps staring and wondering about what kind of cookies are in the jar With drool at the corner of his mouth, he sees visions of Chocolate Chip and Peanut Butter cookies that grandma took first place at the county fair Just one cookie would satisfy this rumbling in my belly But mom says no that it would spoil my dinner Maybe its those yummy Gingersnaps with a little brown sugar that are so heavenly It could be Oatmeal Raisin, Sugar, or Lemon Macaroon Cookies they are all wonderful I sure would love to have just one Grandma wouldn’t mine she lets me have anything because I’m her favorite If I snuck just one, nobody would know Mother would, she always does when I do something wrong It must be the expression on my face that gives me away My dog always licks up any crumbs I drop on the floor So it can’t be that What's wrong with the clock it must be broken, the little hand hasn’t moved and the big hand is moving like molasses Molasses, I love Molasses cookies could it be them Oh, what wouldn’t I give for a couple of scrumptious cookies I wish that little voice in my head would quit telling me to get a cookie Even a Macaroon would satisfy my hunger I hear footsteps “No, Mother I am not getting into the cookie jar, I am washing my hands and I haven't thought about the cookies at all.” 11/25/2014 by roper